**_Jackson and Scarlett were at the club while Solomon sat in the apartment reading- well with his hands.

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_**_Jackson stood at the bar swirling his beer and looking over at Scarlett and her Paloma cocktail. Accompanying her was a guy, a different, guy._

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_They danced and danced while Jackson’s eyes got narrower and darker by the second._

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_Then a loud _**_crack_**_, followed by a _**_smash_**_ was heard. The club went silent, Scarlett staring at Jackson with wide, almost teary eyes._

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_The one thing that scared Scarlett most, was someone dear to her wounded…_

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_Jackson gazed down at his hand dripping with bear and blood, with a hints of broken glass._

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_He had crushed the glass bottle with his hand._

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_Just because, _**_she_**_ was dancing with _**_another_**_ _**_man_**_…_